Abruptly, he pulls his fingers away, leaving me writhing. He undoes my bra next, the desire in his gaze intensifying as my breasts spill free. My nipples turn to hard nubs under his intense gaze, and a new wave of heat pools low in my body. Max feathers his palm over one of my nipples, while his mouth covers the other. Oh God… the heat of his lips is too much. I need him now. All of him. I push my hips against him wantonly, and his lips curve in a smile against my breasts.
“I need you.”
“I want to make sure you’re ready,” Max murmurs.
“I am ready, I promise.” If I get any readier than this, I might explode just by having his mouth on my skin.
Moving back, Max hooks his thumbs at the sides of my thong, pulling it down my legs and then discarding the fabric next to the bed.
My intimate spot pulses for him. As he leans forward, dragging his fingers through my glistening heat, coating my folds with it, he trains his eyes on me. They are hooded with desire, but I spot a glimpse of something else behind them too: kindness and gentleness, two things that are indisputably Max.
He drags his thumb from my entrance up to my clit, circling the sweet spot until my back arches off the bed.
“I need you inside me. Now,” I say.
Max nods, leaning across to the nightstand and procuring a condom from it. Pushing myself up on my elbows, I watch him put the condom over his erection. Oh, my. Seeing him touch himself arouses me to no end.
Max positions himself between my legs, spreading my thighs even wider apart. He slides just the tip of him inside me at first, thick and teasing. He moves back and forth ever so slowly, not giving me more than the tip, offering to
rture and pleasure at the same time.
Then he enters me to the hilt, stretching and filling me until I feel like I’m about to break out of my skin.
“This is so good,” he groans, levering himself over me, propping himself on his forearms. His lips find mine as he loves me faster, deeper, driving me crazy. “You like this, don’t you? Feeling me inside you?”
“Yes, yes. I do.”
His balls slap against the crack of my ass with every move, and the sound turns me on. Heat radiates from the spot where we are connected, spreading through my body, making my toes curl and my heart beat lightning quick.
Levering himself on one forearm, he slips one hand between us. When I feel Max’s thumb circling my clit, I nearly lose it. I fist the bedsheet with one hand, meeting his feverish thrusts. My other hand roams on his shoulders and his back, caressing and grazing.
The pressure he applies on my bundle of nerves is damn near perfection. Tension builds in every cell in my body, fueled by his thrusts and grunts. Watching him come undone is almost as much a turn-on as his finger circling my clit. Before long my inner muscles clench around his length, a sign that I will succumb to an orgasm soon.
“You’re so tight, Emilia.” Max intensifies the rhythm of his thrusts, and I move my own hips in a frantic pace, seeking my release.
“So good.” I dig my nails into his back as a wave of pleasure sears me. Max seals his lips over mine, claiming me, and I cry my release in his mouth. The next few minutes are an excruciating pleasure. Max grips my ass cheek with his palm, driving inside me like a man possessed until he widens inside me, and he rasps out my name over and over again.
Still lost in the throes of bliss, I barely register that he moves away, probably to discard the condom. When he returns to my side, pressing his warm body against mine, I feel safer and happier than I ever have.
Chapter Fifteen
Emilia
When I wake up next morning, I don’t open my eyes right away. For a few blissful minutes, I just replay last night’s events in my mind, hoping I haven’t been dreaming again. I ache everywhere though. Content that I have been visiting Smutland for real this time, I blink my eyes open, only to find Max next to me. His head is propped on an elbow. My breath stops for a split second as I remember how he made me feel. And then my haze-filled morning brain comes up with the reaction Yum.
“Morning,” Max greets me.
“Hi.” For some reason I’m incredibly shy, and I pull the cover over my breasts. Max cocks an eyebrow.
“No need to feel shy.”
I give him a nervous giggle in return.
“If you’re going to say last night was a mistake, I will kiss you until you change your mind.” He scoots closer to me, looking beautiful, all man, and impossible to resist. “Actually, if you’re going to tell me anything other than, this was the best sex of my life, you’re gonna pay.”
And just like that, he breaks the ice, doing away with my morning-after jitters.
“I admire your confidence. Are you under the impression that you can tell me what to think or say just because you were inside me?”